"Hey! Ma Xueyang!"
Fu Xinbo, who was about to take the keys to drive, turned around and kicked Li Yifeng on the butt: "What are you shouting for? This is a public garage, and the paparazzi are looking down at you."
Li Yifeng showed his sixteen big white teeth at Fu Xinbo and continued to carry the Apple machine: "We agreed to go to Guangyuan today to borrow a place to play ball. Big Eyes and the others have already arrived. Your Li Mao, please ask me and Baozi to drive you there. The car will drive to your downstairs immediately. I'll give you a face, fellow fellow. Hey, I want to eat some biscuits. I'll buy you a truck. I'm not going to study the great thermal effects all day long. By the way, I'll introduce you to a friend in the industry who also plays rock music. His name is Qiao Renliang... Hey, Baozi, why are you kicking me again?"
Fu Xinbo had a twisted look on his face like "You're a bastard." Li Yifeng rubbed his butt in confusion. The former turned around and struggled with the car lock, while the latter continued to talk on the phone.
"Xiao Xueyang, I really shouldn't have bet with your Li Mao. This time, I'm not punishing you for getting half the results. I'm punishing you by dragging you out of the house. Don't be angry, that pig Li Mao is also kind. Hey, did you hear me? Hey, hey, Ma Xueyang!"
There was a "dong" sound on the other side of the radio wave, and then a continuous "beep-beep-beep" sound.
"What's wrong?" Fu Xinbo opened the lock and took the Apple machine from Li Yifeng's hand.
"This is... A fire alarm sound..."